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Rendez-vous en enfer, mon amour.</title><link>http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/</link><description>Fiction terminée.</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-08-30T00:30:35Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-08-30T00:30:35Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>15 Juillet 2009. 20 Juin 2009. 14 Juillet 2009. 20 Janvier 2010.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/798ceab1/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C18211116150E150EJuillet0E20A0A90E20A0EJuin0E20A0A90E140EJuillet0E20A0A90E20A0EJanvier0E20A10A0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>15 Juin 2009. ___Je suis tombé par hasard sur ce journal, et j&amp;#8217;ai qu&amp;#8217;une seule chose à dire : Tom Kaulitz, tu es un enfoiré de première classe ! Je te...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/798ceab1/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2039278257/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2039278257/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2039278257/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2039278257/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1821111615-15-Juillet-2009-20-Juin-2009-14-Juillet-2009-20-Janvier-2010.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:23:34Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Le 7 Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/376500ed/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C180A0A7590A0A0A0ELe0E70EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>7 Juin 2009, encore 3 jours. ___J&amp;#8217;en reviens pas. Et j&amp;#8217;ai de plus en plus peur. C&amp;#8217;est humain non ? Quel imbécile serait capable de croire que je vais...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/376500ed/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/929366253/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/929366253/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/929366253/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/929366253/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1800759000-Le-7-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:23:24Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Le 6 Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/32c53333/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C1734996280A0ELe0E60EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>6 Juin 2009. Je vais mourir dans 4 jours. ___Je suis sinistre. Horriblement sinistre. Je programme ma mort. C&amp;#8217;est affreux nan ? Peut m&amp;#8217;importe. Je sais que...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/32c53333/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/851784499/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/851784499/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/851784499/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/851784499/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1734996280-Le-6-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:23:11Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Les 4 et 5 Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/61093087/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C17194942380ELes0E40Eet0E50EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>4 Juin 2009. Bourré. ___On est le soir. On est presque demain en fait. Et je suis bourré. Pas défoncé. Mais bon. J&amp;#8217;aime la vodka. Pure. Pas orange. Ni pomme....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/61093087/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1627992199/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1627992199/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1627992199/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1627992199/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1719494238-Les-4-et-5-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:22:35Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Le 3 Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/618aa5d0/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C1683242270A0ELe0E30EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>3 Juin 2009, dans mon lit. ___En fait, c&amp;#8217;est faux. Je suis dans notre lit. Depuis que je me suis réveillé, j&amp;#8217;ai l&amp;#8217;impression de sentir son odeur....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/618aa5d0/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1636476368/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1636476368/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1636476368/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1636476368/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1683242270-Le-3-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:22:20Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Le 2 Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/14653ada/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C16716251920ELe0E20EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>2 Juin 2009, la tête dans le cul. ___Tout compte fait, hier, j&amp;#8217;suis pas allé me coucher directement. J&amp;#8217;ai bu avant. Et j&amp;#8217;suis resté penché au dessus...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/14653ada/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/342178522/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/342178522/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/342178522/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/342178522/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1671625192-Le-2-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:22:07Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Le 1er Juin 2009.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1698cd8e/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C16674445740ELe0E1er0EJuin0E20A0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>1er Juin 2009. ___Il semblerait que tenir un journal soit la solution. Je n&amp;#8217;en suis pas sur, mais de toute façon, je ne suis plus sur de rien. Le psy me...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1698cd8e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/379112846/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/379112846/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/379112846/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/379112846/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1667444574-Le-1er-Juin-2009.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:21:50Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>Article posté le samedi 05 avril 2008 13:24</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/159cbe30/l/0Ldiary0Eof0Ea0Ewounded0Eheart0Bskyrock0N0C16672945640Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E0A50Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Commentaires ici. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/159cbe30/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/362593840/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/362593840/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/362593840/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/362593840/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1667294564-posted-on-2008-04-05.html</guid><dc:creator>diary-of-a-wounded-heart</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-08-26T12:21:38Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://diary-of-a-wounded-heart.skyrock.com/1667294564-posted-on-2008-04-05.html"><img align="left" src="http://80.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/diary-of-a-wounded-heart.41772480.1667294564.2.png" alt="" /></a> Commentaires ici. </p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
